“A friend is a friend, who has been helping me in case I need it.”
“Aren't we friends that help each other out?”
I stunned her. She whispered, “I don’t think “friends” is the right word.” Her eyes widened. I caught her in something.
“Then what are we, Amelia?” My hand on her thigh crept higher, feeling the heat from her pussy radiate.
She got quiet again.
“Friends?”
She shook her head.
“One night stands? Which I would disagree with.”
She shook her head.
“Tell me then.”
She groaned. “You really want me to say what we are?”
“Very much so.”
She sighed. “A complicated mess.”
“I beg to differ. There’s nothing complicated.”
She scoffed, stuffing her face again. Then paused to recollect her thoughts once the food disappeared. “Let’s see, I’m still married technically. A debt to pay off with bookies because of my so-called husband. Another man that seems like he would make the world bleed before anything else happens to me. Oh, and said man is a part of an organization that could be good at times but probably has enough skeletons in the closet and in the ground to make them the most feared people in the city. Am I missing something?”
“I don’t see you wearing a ring or running back to him. I see you trying to break free and you’re too stubborn to just admit that you want what you want, which is me and a life that could be ours.”
She started to protest, but I shoved more food in her mouth. I had half a mind to stick something else in her mouth and get her to listen. My cock got hard just thinking about it.
“Your mind is making up excuses to not accept that this is what you want. So, I’ll make the decision for you. I never want to hear you call that man yourhusband, because one day that title will belong to me.”
She squeaked, but I continued, “Not now, Jesus. I said one day. But will you accept that I want you and you want me and we want a life that only we can dream of? I’m not a perfect man, and you love that about me. Hell, I was hoping you’d take the day off and I could take you somewhere.”
I saw the contemplation in her eyes, the fight between thinking about calling me her husband and the fright of being married again. The asshole had done a number on her mind, second guessing what she wanted, hiding who she was, and so much more. It angered me more when I thought about it, how I just wanted her to live with a smile on her face that she didn’t have to fake.
She softened. “Like where? I’ve already seen your bedroom.” She started twiddling with the chips, tossing them in the bag.
I smiled. “I like you in my bedroom, and in my shirt, and you under me and bent over.”
“Sounds like someone is still horny.” She popped a chip in her mouth with a little devious smirk.
I smirked in return. “It’s not being horny. It’s called being obsessed.” I leaned forward, as she pulled another chip out of the bag. I grabbed her wrist, directed it straight to my mouth. My tongue twirled around her little fingers, as warmth spread to those cheeks. I groaned at the taste, watching her expression. “Obsession is you consuming my every thought, wanting to be around you, feeling like my day gets better when I see you.”
She licked her lips. “Where would you have taken me?”
“Would you let me show you?” I asked.
She nodded.
I imagined where I’d take her. The studio, maybe to Nashville, or Pigeon Forge, somewhere where I could see her and she wouldn’t have to look over her shoulder twice.
“I’d be lying if I said that didn’t sound amazing. Truly it does. But part of me is still mad that you knew a lot more about me and let me keep going on and on like an idiot, thinking that you wouldn’t understand. You knew all along.” She brushed her hands free of crumbs, before resting her hand on my knee. “I want to trust you. And I have a feeling that I won’t be rid of you any time soon. So, sugar, the one thing I’ll ask of you, there are things that I’m not ready to just spill, but give me time. And I’ll promise not to run. Although you’d chase my ass and possibly chain me to the bed.”
Now that could spark some ideas. Naked, chained to a wall or the bed, bare for me, ready for me, at my will. Oh, the possibilities were endless. But she was promising not to run, that was a bigger step than I intended for her to take.
